Donna Freedman Are higher wage-earners more likely to cheat? Would they write a country song about it, and should you give that genre a closer look? Do you think a country-music fan would be drawn to a blogger whose site title mentions whiskey?
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Americans are now deeper in college-loan debt than they are in credit-card debt. We owe some $829.785 billion for those sheepskins, compared to the $826.5 billion in consumer debt.
But you don’t have to go broke to go to college. You probably don’t even have to borrow money.
Thanks for stopping by after reading “Sick happens: How to prepare for an illness or injury,” my guest post over at Bargaineering.
This is not a fancy word for “Donna is too lazy to write anything today.” It’s just a place to put some odds and ends that aren’t strong enough to carry posts on their own.
Now that I’ve underwhelmed you, let’s have us some miscellany.
I’m working in my underpants. Sorry if that’s way too vivid an image for you. But it’s in the mid-90s, my apartment has tall south- and west-facing windows, and I have no air conditioning.
Those of you who aren’t screaming and pouring Clorox directly into your eyes should read on for tips on staying cool.
You can’t win a wrestling match against a Himalayan blackberry vine. Some of the creepers are as thick as my finger, with spines the shape of shark’s teeth. If they want you, they’ll get you – and they’ll hold on.
The only way out is to dance.
I stumbled into my apartment at 12:30 a.m. today, dragging/lugging about 60 pounds of luggage from the plane to the train to the downtown bus. It might have been half an hour sooner but I just missed the train, which meant I just missed the bus and had to wait another 37 minutes.
I just missed them because I stopped to help a young mother with her two-under-two kids when we got off the plane. They’d been sitting next to me, apparently on their way to what cartoonist Scott Adams called the Colicky Baby Convention. They were like family, especially since the 5-month-old had thrown up on me during the flight.
I’ve eaten in restaurants more often in the past 10 weeks than I have in the entire previous year. That’s not as big a deal as it seems, since in Seattle I cook almost all my own meals. Here in Anchorage, though, my hostess and I like to go to Harley’s Old Thyme Café. I’ve also enjoyed taking my muddy nephew, his little brother and his mom out to eat.
Not that I’ve completely lost my cheap edge: I often use BOGOs or other coupons that I’ve gotten from social media, the Val-Pak mailings and newspaper supplements.
Naturally it would be cheaper to heat up a can of soup. But isn’t it swell to have someone cook for you once in a while?
Can’t get ahead? Maybe your money beliefs are to blame.